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THE COLOUR OF A DOVE IN FLIGHT

Translated by: Вадим Банев

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I need you as my graven image love
left that old abandoned hall my
heartly peace was fully pillaged. I

gaze and gaze upon that wall.
To have the same one as before

your universe anew for me

but for a time, cause I need more
its eyes my mind alone should see.

A picture of the silent siren my

prayer is easy to recite

before there's nothing but an

icon the colour of a dove in flight.

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